Nikhil Parekh - Indian Poet


If I were the blood circulating through your veins; I would incessantly flow


without respite, 


Unrelentingly purifying contaminated zones of your body; ensuring that you


were perennially in a state of blissful health.


 


If I were your intricate ears; I would make sure you heard the most


inconspicuous of sound as long as the sun shone in the sky, 


Would inundate your mind with melodious sounds; mesmerizing reveries; the


moment you went off to sleep.


 


If I were your emphatic eyes; I would make sure that you discriminate between


the omnipresent good and evil, 


Would make you stringently aware of the perils lurking beside you; bestow upon


you the power to prognosticate the future yet to unveil.


 


If I were your pair of dainty feet; I would make sure you traversed


scrupulously through the entire globe, 


Saw the most astounding of palaces; the most enticing of sapphire oceans; 


without suffering from the slightest of exhaustion.


 


If I were your robust hands; I would make sure that you successfully clambered


up the colossal mountain, 


Wrote exquisite lines of enchanting music; tenaciously decimated all those who


ever tried to torment you.


 


If I were your rotund belly; I would make sure you digested your food to


meticulous perfection, 


Bore a battalion of impeccable children as you desired; without the tiniest of


anguish and tribulation.


 


If I were your silken hair; I would make sure that I glistened ravishingly in


full rays of the sun, 


Keep myself bereft of abhorrent dandruff flakes; so that you never felt the


need to vehemently scratch.


 


If I were your rosy tongue; I would make sure that you spoke with a perfect


blend of eloquence, 


Sedately swishing inside your mouth; saving you on umpteenth occasions from


the tyranny of your chiseled teeth.


 


If I were your conglomerate of bones; I would make sure that you never felt


dreary; even after marathon hours of work, 


Fought like an indefatigable soldier; when the question arose of defending


your persona your true integrity.


 


And by magnanimous stroke of fortune If I were your heart; I would command you


to throb; only when you witnessed me, 


Instruct you to love me as uninhibitedly; as much as I fanatically wanted to


possess you.



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